“No, he’s not at the head of the Hoods,” Clem Davis corrected.
“Who is the man?” Penny questioned eagerly.
Clem Davis started to speak, then hesitated. An automobile had driven into the parking area only a few rods away. Several workmen who had been assigned to clean up the grounds, alighted.
“They’re coming this way,” Clem Davis said uneasily. “I can’t risk being seen.”
Abruptly, he started toward the sheltering trees.
“Wait!” Penny pleaded, pursuing him. “You haven’t told me half enough. Please wait!”
“I’m not going to risk arrest,” the man returned over his shoulder.
“At least meet me here again!”
“Okay, I’ll do that,” Clem Davis agreed.
“Tomorrow night just at dusk,” Penny said quickly. “And please don’t fail me. I promise. I’ll help you.”